Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 315 A Perfect First Battle.
Just as Iris and Eddie were having a pleasant conversation, the phone in Eddie's pocket suddenly rang.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Ok?"

Eddie frowned and subconsciously looked at Iris beside him, who nodded, indicating that he should answer the phone first.

"Sorry, this is a call from Iris Police Department."

"Hey?"

"Eddie? There's no time to explain! Get to the police station right now! The serial robbery killer just robbed a bank, and we've caught him red-handed!"

"A serial robber? Now?"

Eddie was both surprised and helpless. He had no choice but to put down his coffee cup, stand up and say to Iris, "I'm sorry, Iris, the police station needs to see me urgently."

Iris smiled helplessly: "Go ahead, go ahead, you look cool as a hero too."

Eddie sighed, hugged Iris, and then hurried toward the cafe door.

Iris stood there dumbfounded, because through the coffee shop's glass window, she saw Barry standing by the roadside, his eyes fixed on her.

As it turns out, Iris's acting skills were actually quite good; she managed to fool a veteran detective like Joe for several months—but she couldn't fool Barry, who had only been awake for a few days.

Three minutes later, Barry and Iris walked side by side on the sidewalk along the city street.

“Barry, don’t tell Joe about this,” Iris pleaded. “He doesn’t know about it yet.”

“I didn’t know about it either,” Barry replied sullenly. “If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t have even suspected anything.”

“I was going to tell you this—while you were in the hospital, Eddie and Joe took turns looking after you, and he also helped take care of you for a while.”

"You two became a couple around that time? He was Joe's partner, Iris."

"I've had someone I like for the first time, Barry, can't you be happy for me?"

“You don’t understand, Iris. You’re asking me to help you lie to Joe.”

Chi la——

A black Mustang suddenly sped past the two of them, followed by the sound of several police sirens.

"That is!?"

Barry glanced out the window instinctively, and a familiar face came into view in the driver's seat—Clyde Madon?

Barry clearly remembered that Joe had said just yesterday that the Ma brothers had both died in the plane crash that night, so what was with that face he had just seen?

He turned to look at the police cars chasing behind him and said to Iris, "Iris, you go first. I'm also with the police, so I have to chase them with them."

"Barry! You're from the forensic department!"

"Never mind that!"

Iris couldn't persuade him at all and could only watch helplessly as Barry's figure disappeared by the roadside.

"Old Ma, the police are almost catching up with Clyde's car."

The crisp, electronic female voice rang out again. At that moment, Ma Zhaodi was speeding down the street on his motorcycle, his speed so fast that he was almost completely out of the Mustang's sight.

"Okay, once the police catch up, let Ma Dong crash into the roadside. We'll do a one-stop service."

“Wait, Old Ma, Barry Allen has caught up.”

"What?!" Upon hearing that Barry had also followed, Ma Zhaodi was dumbfounded: "How could we run into him here? What is this? The self-correcting power of the timeline?"

"I don't know, but he's accelerating—he's going to catch up with that car!"

"It's alright, we can change the plan. Let him arrest them, fine. Just run him over!"

"receive."

No sooner had he spoken than the Mustang's tires began to slip and it went out of control.

squeak--

A blurry afterimage, invisible to the naked eye, sped along the road. Barry was running recklessly—after discovering his superpowers, he had gone to Star Labs to have the Doctor, Cisco, and Caitlin test his speed.

"I can catch up with him! I can catch up with him!"

As he silently repeated the mantra to himself, Barry watched as he ran on his own two feet, overtaking police cars one after another, and gradually reaching the Mustang. In his world, everything slowed down.

Flowers, trees, sky, breeze, and clouds are like slow motion in a movie. He can clearly see the car tires slowly turning on the road, never quite completing a full circle; he can see sweat trickling down the foreheads of the police officers in the police car, taking a long time to fall to the ground; he can hear the sirens become muffled and slow, turning into bizarre and fantastical sound waves.

As he began to run, a force propelled him faster and farther. Once he took a step, the scale of time changed beneath his feet, stretching infinitely like dough, becoming a thin line, turning a second into a few seconds, a dozen seconds, and several minutes—time and the world almost froze into a physical entity.

In his view, at this time, only he was moving normally, and his speed was no different from usual—while in the eyes of others, his speed was as fast as lightning.

In this special state, he could freely paint this almost stagnant world, a feeling that delighted, excited, and intoxicated him, even giving him a strange sense of familiarity and intimacy, as if this rushing force was born for him and existed because of him.

At that moment, the black Mustang suddenly began to skid and go out of control, hurtling towards the deserted grass, and was about to crash into a roadside tree.

He turned his head to look through the car window again, and the expression on Ma Dong's face began to slowly change: surprise, disbelief, and resentment.

But he couldn't react in time, and the car crashed straight into the tree.

So Barry took a step.

Swah——

Breaking the window, rescuing the person, and tying their hands behind their back—from Barry's perspective, it seemed to take him several dozen seconds to do all of this; but in Ma Dong's view, from the moment his car suddenly started malfunctioning, to realizing that a collision was about to happen, and then inexplicably running from the car onto the grass, it seemed that only a few seconds had passed.

He had no idea what was happening.

"This is the CCPD (Central City Police Department). You are under arrest for robbery, Clyde Madon!"

Barry recited a few formulaic words in a serious manner, then walked to the roadside to the sound of sirens and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"How's it going? Is it done?"

Ma Zhaodi stopped his motorcycle at the street corner and asked the three-wheeled vehicle driver about the situation.

"It's over. Barry Allen arrested Clyde, and CCPD officers have arrived at the scene."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhaodi simply turned the car around and drove straight home.

“You did a good job, Sanbengzi,” he said. “The money has been recovered, the man has been caught, and I don’t need to show my face anymore.”

"The backup plan is no longer needed—let's go, we'll have a nice meal when we get back!"

The three-wheeled vehicle instinctively retorted, "I can't eat human food."

"I'll buy you some good engine oil when we get back."

(End of this chapter)